First meeting
Grandpa through the time
— I didn't know you can play the violin. — Shouldn't there be some mystery in me as well?
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Last moment catch
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@sylenth-l I couldn’t resist a little drabble for this. Hope you find it suiting. ❤️
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Osiris froze with a gasp. Flames roared in his ears but somehow over the near deafening rush he heard the faintest creak of leather as Felwinter’s grip tightened around his own, stilling his blade.
“Osiris.”
As firm as his master’s grip on his hand was, the hand lifting his chin was impossibly gentle, and it was /that/ which had brought Osiris to a perfect standstill.
His breath shook, curls of sunfire licking his parted lips as he exhaled, staring up into the (too close!) expanse of Lord Felwinter’s helm. His fingers against the other man’s on his tightened. He could feel the oppressive gravity of Void energy distantly pulling at him but Felwinter’s gloved fingers were /warm/, their heat cutting through Osiris’s own fire as though every fingertip were a beacon.
This was dangerous.
He could break his neck like this.
He could wrest his blade from his hand and gore him. He could trample him again, and simply crush him.
He could… he…
Osiris’s eyes glazed as he started back at his mentor, caught somewhere between panic and awe, and Felwinter, confident, simply waited.
Too long.
Too long!
This man held far too much power over him and it was terrifying.
“Osiris-“
Osiris wanted so badly to test just how far it went, but suddenly the definition of that power was threatening to shift. Capturing him like this, Felwinter was /different./
Osiris realized for the first time just the kind of peril he was really in.
“Lord F-“ he was panting. Traveler above, he was /hovering/! He was certainly not releasing his power or deescalating like he needed to be. Someone was going to get hurt.
“/Focus./”
How the hell was he supposed to focus with those /hands/…?!
Osiris raised his free hand and pressed just two trembling fingertips to the outside of Felwinter’s bare wrist, in a tiny gap between his glove and gauntlet. His eyes stung (From smoke, surely) but Osiris found as he slowly curled his fingers lightly into a gentle hold there, that he could draw breath easier, and as his feet returned to the scorched earth beneath him, flames cooling, Felwinter’s grip on his hand loosened to something gentler.
“Good.”
Osiris let out a deep exhale, and Felwinter, impossibly, slid closer. Warmth radiated off of him, soothing Osiris further despite the blaze he had ignited.
His fingers slid off Osiris’s jaw to travel back and cup the back of his head warmly, grounding him as the young Warlock began to shake, rattled. He said nothing, patient as Osiris clung to his sleeves, fighting his breathing back to normal, a silent pillar of support.
If he wondered what had triggered Osiris’s lapse of composure in the first place he didn’t mention it at all, nor did he make any move to further escalate their arrangement.
Osiris remained statuesque still for far too long, rooted in his own internal conflict, trying to parse out whether he wanted to press forward or retreat, hung suspended in tender inaction. In the end, Felwinter spared him the decision by stepping away with a soft hum and a gentle squeeze of Osiris’ shoulders, and Osiris was released from the prison of his own making, at least for now:
What, he kept wondering, would he have done if Felwinter hadn’t had his helmet on?
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Mental Crop Rotation
When farmers grow the same crop too many years in a row, it can leave their soil depleted of minerals and other nutrients that are vital to the health of their fields.
To avoid this, farmers will often alternate the crops that they grow because some plants will use up different minerals (such as nitrogen) while other plants replenish those minerals. This process is known as “crop rotation.”
So the next time you find that you need to step away from a project to work on something else for a while, don’t beat yourself up for “quitting” that project. Give yourself permission to practice “mental crop rotation” to maintain a healthy brain field.
Because I’ve found that when that unnecessary guilt and pressure are removed from the process, a good mental crop rotation can help you feel more energized and invigorated than ever once you’re ready to rotate back to that project.
: A crucial part of crop rotation is that the field is let fallow sometimes. You plant what’s called a “cover crop”, which is something you don’t expect to harvest– it’s there for its roots to hold the soil in place, and often it’ll be what’s called a nitrogen-fixer, i.e. a plant that can pull nitrogen out of the air and fix it into the soil with its roots (but sometimes it won’t, sometimes it’s really just there to shelter the soil surface), and then you’ll till in that cover crop, or let the frost kill it and the stalks lie as mulch, and then you’ll rotate productive crops back into that field the next season.
It’s important, though, to understand that during the fallow period, no nutrients are removed from that ground, and nothing is expected of it. Whatever the land grows then, it keeps, and it gets tilled back in or decomposes in place, to return its energy to the earth.
We’re not allowed, in our current society, to just let our minds be fallow for a bit, to produce nothing for export, to make nothing that can be sold. But it’s part of good land stewardship, to give every field time when it doesn’t need to give you anything back.
So yes, grow and produce different things from time to time, rotate them around your mind and exercise different mental muscles, take different things from your creative processes, yes– but also, give yourself a fallow spell now and again, and let the field of your mind grow things for itself to keep, to break down and save for later.
Positive mental health AND agriculture??!?
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Really want to break the composure of a prim and proper vampire lord by sucking him off. Quiet gasps and subdued noises rising to moans. Back arching. Hips gracefully but desperately undulating. Head tossing back. Long hair splayed out on his pretty silk sheets. Shivering. Whimpering. Tears in those ancient, red eyes as they meet mine.
"Dont drink coffee after 2 PM" is such a neurotypical issue that sounds made up. Such a thing couldnt happen to me, ADHD Georg, who has coffee past 9:30 PM and can still fall asleep freely because I have a natural toxicity resistance to caffeine.
"OooOooOoOh I cant haev cofee so late otherwise I'll be up all night" sounds like a skill issue
why is it always the fancylad boy-king type whos the bottom. maybe his tough loyal knight who uses his body to protect and defend him and lives to serve him wants to get railed
maybe i just like it when masc dudes with scars and calluses and a devotion complex bigger than the moon get topped by troubled prettyboys with hands thatve never worked a day in their life. who said that
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